In a large city named Tianyou--
An Yang sat in the most luxurious room of the inn. On the rosewood table sat a pot of clear tea, three teacups, and a pile of white fragments.
Of course, there was also the little fox's soul bead.
The table was slightly uneven, causing the soul bead to constantly roll off to one side. The little fox inside the bead did not care, letting herself be tossed around continuously as the bead carried her. An Yang only used a bit of magical power to stop it when the bead was about to roll off the table, placing it back in the center of the table before the process repeated endlessly due to the uneven table.
That pile of white fragments was a dragon scale handed to him by White Dragon. He did not know if it had been taken from White Dragon's own body, but anyway, this dragon scale was not very hard and crushed easily.
White Dragon should have had some mysterious connection with the dragon scale; once the dragon scale shattered, it was equivalent to An Yang sending him a certain signal, after which he would immediately rush over.
--An extremely crude and primitive means of communication.
An Yang waited silently, not knowing how long he would have to wait.
He looked on with nothing better to do as the little fox's soul bead on the tabletop persevered in repeatedly rolling toward the lower side. The red little fox inside the bead also spun along with the rolling. The man and the vixen seemed to be playing some kind of boring game until he grew somewhat tired of it, whereupon he put the bead back in the center of the table and controlled it to stop rolling.
The little fox was